Frantically she searched her pockets before it came apparent that she had lost it. She prayed it was somewhere at home, that it fell out of her pocket before she left for her rather long walk.
Panicking she turned on her heel and started to walk back to her home, careful to take the same route. Her eyes never strayed far from the pavement, searching for the lost item. Once or twice the light played a trick, made her think coins were her own trinket. Of course they weren't.
The panic made the walk feel short, taking the hour down to what felt like only a few short minutes. Her panic turned to dread as she unlocked her front door. Hesitantly she stepped in and began searching.
And there, on the coffee table, was her black coin. Though coin may not be the word to describe the small item, it did come from the world of black before it feel after all. The world that was closest to the burning embers of magic, the world set ablaze and taken over by the very thing it loved.
Softly laughing picked up the 'coin', inspecting it before tucking it safely in her pocket. "Things will be in order soon enough", she whispered softly. Only heard by the forbidden coin in her pocket. "They will all know what I know- what we know."
As she left the house the coin quietly hummed with anticipation, willing to wait but not happy about it.
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